Redmire Pool November 2013

Here is the account of my previous visit to the pool as published in Angling Times for the benefit of those who didn't see it...

When someone mentions Redmire Pool, most will immediately think of Richard Walker, Chris Yates and possibly, Jack Hilton. Black and white photos, a weedy farm pond that held monsters and the glory days of carp fishing when the path was laid for the recreation we know and love today. But it doesn’t have to be so vague, so yesterday and so nostalgic.

Super Friday!

With the day off on Friday and Fennel meeting me once he’d finished work in the afternoon I was looking forward to a day of good weather, quiet banks and great company later. I was in no rush to get there arriving at the crack of half ten. There was only one angler present, we had a quick natter and after our fare-de-wells I pushed on to where I’d been catching the perch and carp on recent sessions.

I kind of thought the perch might be a little shy; the sun was shining brightly so I reckoned that late afternoon once the sun begins to dip might give the best chance. The carp were certainly there though, and I spotted that wonderful fully scaled I caught before sat among some snags not too far away. I fed the margins of four swims and sat back with a cuppa and a sandwich whilst the fish found the bait, got confident and started to feast.

Seek and Ye Shall Find...

Here is the account from my Red Letter Day a couple of weekends back.

For someone who was supposed to have hung up his carp rods for the winter, I seem to be doing a good impression of someone who hasn’t!!

After enjoying a great perch session a couple of weekends previous, I returned to the scene of the crime expecting naively to find an empty car park as before. It all seemed so perfect in my mind on the way to the venue, pull up, unload the car, creep quietly into the swim and extract unsuspecting monster sergeants from their lair. But alas, things don’t always go to plan…